I told you I was madly in love with the Mulberry Alexa. This is exactly what I would wear should the darling bag ever grace the crook of my arm: quite sexy utilitarian, non? The entirety of the Ā ensemble would be comprised of neutrals, and a juxtaposition of the feminine and the androgynous. Just ... Read More
Bag Whore: Mulberry Alexa
I never believed in love [during the hormone-dominated reign of the teenage era]. Nor was IĀ everĀ one of those Nicholas-Spark-loving romantics. I'mĀ onlyĀ seventeen (though nearing eighteen in less than a week!); thus I doubt my ability to let down my guard and give unconditionally to another. ... Read More
Bag Whore: The Marciano Satchel
Behold, the Marciano Satchel. Someone please buy me this bag. Never have I resorted to the demeaning, self-deprecating acts of begging and whining, but for this bag I will forget all sense of pride and beg on my knees. Armed with pouty lips and pleading eyes ready to leak a few tears in hopes of ... Read More